THE LAYS OF THE DECCAN HUNT
... THE LAYS OP THE DECCAN HUNT. No. V. THE SPEAll THAT ONCE O'ER DECCAN DUST. The Harp that once thro' Tara's Halls. The spear that once o'er Deccan dust The blood of wild Boars sbeil Now stands as soiled in Decean rust As if all Boars had fled So dies each spirit-stirring thought, And they who would have flown With wild hogs' bristly forms to sport Now ride to sport their own. No youth-- so ...